The pills help - Lord knows they really, really help - but some days the sickness gets the best of me. Some days, when the world seems to be against me, the tears come no matter how hard I fight. Even with all the wonderful blessings I have, there are days when everything is dark and heavy and - yes - irrational.

Here, in the dark, when everyone is asleep, I can cry freely without concern for giving explanations that there really is no reason for the tears. There are few who would understand.

I've popped over here twice from Entrecard and just wanted to say that I also suffer from depression and can relate that medication doesn't fix everything. I definitely have those days.

I have found that getting back into therapy is helping as well. I had stopped when I was feeling better for a while, but now I think it is good to maintain that connection with someone objective and knowledgeable, even if I only go every few weeks when I am doing well.